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=== BkIII:XXIX Fortune ===
#[[The Odes/Book III/29|Fortune]]
 
 
Maecenas, son of Etruscan kings, a jar
 
of mellow wine, that nobody’s touched, awaits
 
you, at my house, and with rose-petals,
 
and balsam, for your hair, squeezed from the press.
 
 
Escape from what delays you: don’t always be
 
thinking of moist Tibur, and of Aefula’s
 
sloping fields, and of the towering heights
 
of Telegonus, who killed his father.
 
 
Forget the fastidiousness of riches,
 
and those efforts to climb to the lofty clouds,
 
stop being so amazed by the smoke,
 
and the wealth, and the noise, of thriving Rome.
 
 
A change usually pleases the rich: a meal
 
that’s simple beneath a poor man’s humble roof,
 
without the tapestries and purple,
 
smooths the furrows on a wrinkled forehead.
 
 
Already Cepheus, Andromeda’s bright
 
father, shows his hidden fires, and now Procyon
 
rages, and Leo’s furious stars,
 
as the sun returns with his parching days:
 
 
Now the shepherd, with his listless flock, searches
 
for the shade, and the stream and the thickets
 
of shaggy Silvanus, the silent banks
 
lack even the breath of a wandering breeze.
 
 
You’re worrying about state politics,
 
and, anxious about the City, you’re fretting
 
what the Seres, and Bactra, Cyrus
 
once ruled, and troublesome Don, are plotting.
 
 
The wise god buries the future’s outcome deep
 
in shadowy night, and smiles at those mortals
 
who are agitated far beyond
 
what’s sensible. Remember, with calmness,
 
 
reconcile yourself to what is: the rest is
 
carried along like a river, gliding now,
 
peacefully, in mid-stream, and down
 
to the Tuscan Sea, now rolling around
 
 
polished stones, uprooted trees, the flocks, and homes
 
together, with the echoes from the mountains,
 
and the neighbouring woods, while the wild
 
deluge stirs the peaceful tributaries.
 
 
He’s happy, he’s his own master, who can say
 
each day: ‘I’ve lived: tomorrow, the Father may
 
fill the heavens with darkening cloud,
 
or fill the sky with radiant sunshine:
 
 
yet he can’t render whatever is past as
 
null and void, he can never seek to alter,
 
or return and undo, whatever
 
the fleeting moment tosses behind it.
 
 
Fortune takes delight in her cruel business,
 
determined to play her extravagant games,
 
and she alters her fickle esteem,
 
now kind to me, and, now, to some other.
 
 
I praise her while she’s here: but if she flutters
 
her swift wings, I resign the gifts she gave, wrap
 
myself in virtue, and woo honest
 
Poverty, even though she’s no dowry.
 
 
When the masts are groaning in African gales,
 
it’s not for me to ask in wretched prayer,
 
that my Cyprian and Tyrian
 
wares should be saved entire not add new wealth
 
 
to the greedy sea: and then the light breezes,
 
Pollux, and Castor his brother, carry me
 
safely through the stormy Aegean,
 
all with the aid of my double-oared skiff.
 
 
 
 
=== BkIII:XXX Aere Perennius ===
=== BkIII:XXX Aere Perennius ===


Revision as of 16:38, 23 August 2009

Book II The Odes
Book III
written by Horace 		Book IV
Translated by A. S. Kline



  1. Odi Profanum
  2. Dulce Et Decorum Est
  3. Stand Firm
  4. Temper Power With Wisdom
  5. No Surrender
  6. Moral Decadence
  7. Be True
  8. Celebration
  9. A Dialogue
  10. Cruel One
  11. Remember the Danaids
  12. Neobule, to Herself
  13. O Fons Bandusiae
  14. Augustus Returns
  15. Too Old
  16. Just Enough
  17. The Approaching Storm
  18. To Faunus
  19. Let’s Drink
  20. The Conflict
  21. Praise Of Wine
  22. To Diana
  23. Pure Hands
  24. Destructive Wealth
  25. Bacchanalian Song
  26. Enough
  27. Europa
  28. For Neptune
  29. Fortune

BkIII:XXX Aere Perennius

I’ve raised a monument, more durable than bronze,

one higher than the Pyramids’ royal towers,

that no devouring rain, or fierce northerly gale,

has power to destroy: nor the immeasurable

succession of years, and the swift passage of time.

I’ll not utterly die, but a rich part of me,

will escape Persephone: and fresh with the praise

of posterity, I’ll rise, beyond. While the High

Priest, and the silent Virgin, climb the Capitol,

I’ll be famous, I, born of humble origin,

(from where wild Aufidus roars, and where Daunus once,

lacking in streams, ruled over a rural people)

as the first to re-create Aeolian song

in Italian verse. Melpomene, take pride,

in what has been earned by your merit, and, Muse,

willingly, crown my hair, with the Delphic laurel.




Index of First Lines

I hate the vulgar crowd, and keep them away:5

Let the boy toughened by military service. 7

The passion of the public, demanding what9

O royal Calliope, come from heaven,12

We believe thunderous Jupiter rules the sky:15

Romans, though you’re guiltless, you’ll still expiate. 17

Why weep, Asterie, for Gyges, whom west winds. 19

You, an expert in prose in either language,21

‘While I was the man, dear to you,22

If you drank the water of furthest Don, Lyce,23

Mercury (since, taught by you, his master,24

Girls are wretched who can’t allow free play to love, or drown their cares. 26

O Bandusian fountain, brighter than crystal,27

O citizens, conquering Caesar is home. 28

O, dear wife of poor Ibycus,29

The towers made of bronze, and the doors made of oak,30

Aelius, noble descendant of ancient32

Faunus, the lover of Nymphs who are fleeing,33

You can tell me the years between. 34

Pyrrhus, you can’t see how dangerous it is. 35

Faithful wine-jar, born, with me, in Manlius’36

Virgin protectress of the mountain and the grove,37

Phidyle, my country girl, if you raise your38

Though you’re richer than the untouched. 39

Where are you taking me, Bacchus,42

I was suited to sweethearts till now, and performed. 43

Let the wicked be led by omens of screeching. 44

What better thing is there to do,47

Maecenas, son of Etruscan kings, a jar48

I’ve raised a monument, more durable than bronze,51



Metres Used in Book III.

The number of syllables most commonly employed in each standard line of the verse is given. This may vary slightly for effect (two beats substituted for three etc.) in a given line.


Alcaic Strophe: 11 (5+6) twice, 9, 10

used in Odes: 1-6,17,21,23,26,29


Sapphic and Adonic: 11(5+6) three times, 5

Odes: 8,11,14,18,20,22,27


First Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) all lines

Ode: 30


Second Asclepiadean: 8, 12 (6+6), alternating

Odes: 9,15,19,24,25,28


Third Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) three times, 8

Odes 10,16


Fourth Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) twice, 7, 8

Odes: 7,13


Fifth Asclepiadean: 16 (6+4+6) all lines

Odes: None in Book III


Alcmanic Strophe: 17 (7+10) or less, 11 or less, alternating

Odes: None in Book III


First Archilochian: 17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating

Odes: None in Book III


Fourth Archilochian Strophe: 18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating

Odes: None in Book III


Second Sapphic Strophe: 7, 15 (5+10) alternating

Odes: None in Book III


Trochaic Strophe: 7,11 alternating

Odes: None in Book III


Ionic a Minore: 16 twice, 8

Ode: 12

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